Christina Georgina Rossetti

[Christina Rossetti] (5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894 / London)

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

161. Crimson Curtains Round My Mother's Bed 4/1/2010
162. Dead In The Cold, A Song-Singing Thrush 4/1/2010
163. Paradise: In A Symbol 4/1/2010
164. Spring 4/1/2010
165. To My Mother 12/17/2014
166. Sweet Death 4/1/2010
167. Once For All 4/1/2010
168. A Pocket Handkerchief To Hem 4/1/2010
169. Swift And Sure The Swallow 4/1/2010
170. Dost Thou Not Care? 4/1/2010
171. Sing Me A Song 4/1/2010
172. Winter Rain 4/1/2010
173. Hopping Frog, Hop Here And Be Seen 4/1/2010
174. On The Grassy Banks 4/1/2010
175. Consider 4/1/2010
176. Light Love 4/1/2010
177. A Year’s Windfalls 4/1/2010
178. Ferry Me Across The Water 4/1/2010
179. I Know You Not 4/1/2010
180. Repining 4/1/2010
181. Summer 4/1/2010
182. January Cold Desolate 4/1/2010
183. An End 4/1/2010
184. The City Mouse And The Garden Mouse 4/1/2010
185. Crying, My Little One, Footsore And Weary? 4/1/2010
186. Love From The North 4/1/2010
187. Eight O'Clock 4/1/2010
188. Dead Hope 4/1/2010
189. Summer Is Ended 4/1/2010
190. O Wind, Why Do You Never Rest 4/1/2010
191. If 4/1/2010
192. Old And New Year Ditties 4/1/2010
193. Grown And Flown 4/1/2010
194. Sound Sleep 4/1/2010
195. Dream-Love 4/1/2010
196. Come Unto Me 4/1/2010
197. Last Night 4/1/2010
198. She's Such A Senseless Wooden Thing 4/1/2010
199. Endure Hardness 4/1/2010
200. Shut Out 4/1/2010

Comments about Christina Georgina Rossetti

  • Athy C. C. (11/11/2017 1:48:00 AM)

    hello guys? what poems do you suggest from christina rossetti for performing?
    Please give me one that isn't too long and not too short. thanks!

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  • Tristen Worley (3/30/2016 10:32:00 AM)

    Christina Rossetti is a good poet and I love the poem that I have read

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  • Yvette Darling Yvette Darling (9/4/2015 7:03:00 PM)

    I love you poems they enspire me I want to write poets

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  • Ally Mouldenhauer Ally Mouldenhauer (6/4/2015 3:39:00 PM)

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  • Nataly Nevozmoznaya (11/13/2013 8:10:00 AM)

    Do you know the answer to this riddle? Could you write it, please!

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  • Koena Mokoena Koena Mokoena (10/17/2011 2:43:00 AM)

    Good morning! i am one of the people who are interested in your poems, because i just read one of them, by the name of A Baby's Cradle With No Baby In It. I finally obtained my normal body weight, because i obtained a knowledge regarding my body problem. I also write poems in my spare time, hence i would like you to read them, if you find time. Your correspondence will be highly appreciated.

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  • Emily Oldham Emily Oldham (6/21/2009 5:38:00 AM)

    Christina Rossetti is possibly my favourite poet of all time. I haven't read one that I haven't liked yet. She was so talented!
    Athena

    *** words will change the world ***

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Best Poem of Christina Georgina Rossetti

Echo

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.

O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in ...

Read the full of Echo

Sappho

I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh
When the dull day is passing by.
I sigh at evening, and again
I sigh when night brings sleep to men.
Oh! it were far better to die
Than thus forever mourn and sigh,
And in death's dreamless sleep to be
Unconscious that none weep for me;
Eased from my weight of heaviness,